Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.